Death's Sweet Voice (Revised)

The journey through my life A twisting avenue of strife From darkness in the womb To lightness and then gloom Now I seek a resting place The sanctuary of the tomb A lost love made me cry The tear forms in my eye Death’s sweet voice entrances She smiles and she advances My spirit she’ll be cradling She gives no second chances The fears of getting old As karma took it’s hold I ignored the master plan Became a persecuted man The bleating sacrificial lamb The abattoir of the damned So now I hope and dream As tears begin to stream Death’s sweet voice is pleading She’ll give me all I’m needing My spirit she’ll be cradling To stop my soul from bleeding I tried hard to believe I tried not to deceive But I could not see reality I could not accept mortality And floundered in my apathy With comfort zone mentality But no more do I seek My angst is growing weak Death’s sweet voice is calling To free me from the mauling My spirit she’ll be cradling Now in her arms I’m falling Confidence was shaken Chances were forsaken Slapped by the hand of fate The truth had dawned too late I faced the sabres of revenge And the silent guns of hate Night closes in on day I’ll soon be on the way Death’s sweet voice is singing Her bells of freedom ringing My spirit she’ll be cradling To soothe away life’s stinging I saw dawn’s beginning And universes spinning Saw the quirks of evolution Sought the ultimate solution Became victim to misfortune Joined the pistil revolution Now I no longer weep The tears no longer seep Death’s sweet voice is sighing She is calm and pacifying My spirit she is cradling As I lay here gently dying